Texts from my MIL with "UR gr8." She's never even texted with anything less than a full qwerty keyboard, but is under the impression that typing like an alpha-numeric imbecile makes her hip. She has popped her collars since the 80s, so now she looks like a Guido fratboy.

Half. But the strange stuff comes from my other half, Puerto Rican. My dad is like a real-life Ricky Ricardo (word-wise, laugh-wise, and clothing-wise.... he never could sing) and I learned how to speak Engrish from him. I've retrained my speakee-brain but I still say stuff wrong in my head and sometimes it spills out.

Half. But the strange stuff comes from my other half, Puerto Rican. My dad is like a real-life Ricky Ricardo (word-wise, laugh-wise, and clothing-wise.... he never could sing) and I learned how to speak Engrish from him. I've retrained my speakee-brain but I still say stuff wrong in my head and sometimes it spills out.

True story...christmas dinner, my in-laws were telling a story about the porn shop around the corner. Took about 5 minutes for me to realize they were actually talking about a pawn shop. Love that Brooklyn accent.

True story...christmas dinner, my in-laws were telling a story about the porn shop around the corner. Took about 5 minutes for me to realize they were actually talking about a pawn shop. Love that Brooklyn accent.